Bas, aage hi badhna jeevan hai!

कहते हैं ,एक वर्ष तो यूं ही  गुज़र जाता है, पलक झपकते झपकते,
लेकिन, यदि उसका हर इक लम्हा दर्द  में लिपटा हो, तो क्या कहना?
सुना है ,यादों के कारवां भी धुंधले से पड़ जातें  है, सिमटते सिमटते,
पर उन यादों का हर इक साया कसक में लिपटा हो तो क्या कहना? 

एक इंसान के  जीते जागते एहसास दम तोड़ भी दें यदि तो गम नहीं ,
ज़िन्दगी तो उदार है ,और भी  बहुत से अवसर  देती है उस इंसान को,
लेकिन यदि एक जीगता जागता इंसान अचानक ही दम तोड़ दे यूँही ,
तो उसके अपनों के एहसासों और  सपनों की भरपाई किस तरह हो?

उन माँ  बाप के दिल पर क्या क्या नहीं गुज़री होगी इस पूरे एक वर्ष में,
जवान बेटे की अर्थी को कान्धा दिया था, दिल पर पत्थर रख कर जिन्होंने ?
उनके अरमानों पर कैसा केहर ढाया होगा, उस एक भयानक  झटके ने ,
उनके  जिगर के टुकड़े को जब अचानक उनसे छीन लिया था किस्मत ने ?

असीम दुःख के एहसास से भी परे हैं कुछ दर्द ऐसे ही, इस जीवन के,
जीना  न चाहें  तो भी जीना पड़ता है , भले घुट घुट कर ही जीना हो ,
आंसूं कभी तो  नासूर बन जाते हैं और कभी बहते हैं दरिया बन के,
गुज़र तो जाते हैं बोझिल पल पर ज़िन्दगी रोक लेती  है कुछ लम्हों को।

वो कुछ अनकहे से बोल, कितना  कुछ कह  जाते हैं, हम सबसे,  बिन कहे,
कितने कठिन पाठ  पढ़ा गयी  है उनके  जीवन की आप बीती गाथा हमको,
वो कुछ आँसू ,अपने अंदर छुपे गहरे दुखों की झलक दे जाते हैं, बिन बहे,
इतने सबक सीखा रही  है, उनकी जीवन को निभाने की हिम्मत हमको।

जीवन की धूप छाँव की इसआँख मिचोली में  हंस कर जीना  ही पड़ता है ,
गम मिले या मिले ख़ुशी ,उसे अपनाकर, डटे  रहने का नाम ही जीवन है.
जीवन के सुख दुःख भरे इस सफर में  कभी आंसुओं को पीना भी पड़ता है,
आंधी आयेया आये तूफ़ान, कभी न रुकना, बस आगे ही बढ़ना जीवन है।













 


 

पल भर में जब दम तोड़ दें और थम जाये उसकी  सॉंस , 

'Tongue in cheek humour' around face book and is myriad emotions...



Writing a poem is therapeutic for me and often thoughts that are paramount in my mind get translated into poetry... this one is on 'face book' and the myriad emotions it is associated with... a bit of a 'tongue in cheek humour'...all in good stead, though...




It is often felt that  face book posts are actually 'emotions on public display',
I do feel that this is only a partial truth and each post has much more to say.

Though, not one to express everything that I feel, randomly on Fb, just for effect,
I do feel that it surely gives so many people a platform to reach out and connect.

Though each 'like' and 'comment' coming your way, may not be genuine and heartfelt,
There are genuine ones too, that make you smile and may even make your heart melt.

Though, at the surface level, some posts seem 'very matter of fact' to the browser,
There could be a hidden message or sarcasm, meant for 'someone in particular'.

Expressions of love for close allies, may often be  a frantic craving  for attention,
While all may not be so hunky dory, and there may be an undercurrent or friction.

Congratulations and best wishes may be routine and not straight from the heart,
Of course,so cleverly camouflaged, making it difficult for you to set them apart.

The most conspicuous responses are the ones, spreading dislike by their absence,
Cleverly making their presence felt all around and in your arena spelling silence .

The reminders are a boon for hubbies, friends and acquaintances, with acute amnesia,
But for those' unconcerned', 'far too busy' or 'unwilling to reach out',  a mere trivia.

There are more complexities in the posts put up, than there are in human emotions,
Each causing a furore in some way or the other and often causing  commotions.

Some posts generate an excited exchange of pleasantries, reaching an euphoric state
But soon leaving the subject in melancholy, as they die down at an equally fast rate.

Nevertheless, all these keep us really busy, saving us from boredom and dullness,
Keeping us occupied, physically and mentally, ensuring our temporary wellness.

It's scary to think of the  fate of those, so addicted to this game of name and fame,
If this platform of entertainment would cease to exist one day, as suddenly as it came.

And what would happen to those who flaunt their figures and frames all the time,
Indulging in this arduous act and other than their efforts, not spending even a dime.

All said and done, we all enjoy our moments of indulgence, appreciation and glory,
However short-lived they might be,for they sure bring a tangy twist  in our life story.

So there is no harm in a moderate indulgence minus spates of hate and spite on display,
As long as we continue to spread some genuine love and cheer all around,in a  fair play.







When our bubble of happiness bursts...

We all have experienced this in our lives, again and again and yet again,

When our bubble of happiness bursts, and we realize that it's all in vain. 

Fully aware of the fact that the bubble of happiness is not going to last,

We attach our hopes to a new source of joy, never learning from the past.

We surely need to have dreams and desires for ourselves, to surge ahead,

But the bitter fact is, that on realizing those dreams, are passion goes dead. 

No mater how far-reaching and far-fetched the goal may seem, in its quest,

It always bursts like a bubble on reaching it, making us lose in it, all interest.

Ironically, it  is just the same for a painful situation that we face in our lives,

It also bursts or disappears, sooner or later, as and when in our lives, it arrives.

We are not as thankful, when the bubble of suffering bursts, relieving us of pain,

As much as we are remorseful,when that of joy bursts, after its pleasurable gain.

Each one of us have delighted in creating and bursting bubbles in our childhood,

But have long forgotten the joy we had experienced, on reaching our adulthood.

How I wish, we could regain the joy of bursting bubbles, and remain ever joyful,

And have the 'innocent childlike wisdom' to always remain carefree and playful .

Learning to go through all life situations, no matter how tough they might appear,

Not seeking an escape route and facing them squarely till they simply disappear.

So, next time the bubble of happiness bursts, do not give it any undue importance,

Just sail through the joys and sorrows as you once did, with a child like innocence.

Let the real colours show

Let the real colours show, on this Holi or on just any other day,
Let the silver streaks grow, don't hide them or tuck them away.
Love the wrinkles on your face and revel in the shades of grey,
Love the growing pallor, never mind the crimson fading away.

No harm in adding black ,red, or gold flicks, to don a glam look,
But you are none the less graceful, when you don the natural look.
No harm in using make up once in a while, for that special look,
But you are none the less beautiful, when you don the natural look.

If colours were the only way to express beauty in its true form,
Why would white make, each one of us glow in its pristine form?
If colours were the only way to express glamour in its true form,
Why would black make us look so glamorous in its stark form?

Just as all the shades and hues of every colour, known or seen,
Lie waiting to emerge from the colour white, hiding deep within,
So are all the shades and hues of every age, ever donned or seen,
Lie waiting to emanate from our true selves, hiding deep within.

Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder, as we have so often heard,
May sound like a cliche but inner beauty does get reflected outward.
Being one of your own kind and not just simply following the herd,
May sound like truism but the glow it brings, gets  radiated inward.

Love the changes in every form or colour, that nature brings your way,
Love all the colours of nature, for each one equally brightens your day.
Why not, let the real colours show, on this Holi or on just any other day?
Why not, let the silver streaks grow, don't hide them or tuck them away?

SIBLINGS ARE BEST FRIENDS FOREVER-

Among all kinds of friendships, 'The sibling friendship" is surely one of the best, 

For as we grow together, in this friendship, all our joys, fears and tears we invest. 

There is not a child born, who does not experience sibling rivalry, envy and pain,

But that only  strengthens the bonds and helps us sail through sunshine and rain. 

It is sibling friendship that teaches us important  lessons in 'caring and sharing', 

And also makes us realize over the years that it is one bond that is most enduring. 

We fight 'tooth and nail' for the most petty things and also for 'all and no reasons,' 

But we stand by each other in good and bad  moments, all through the seasons. 

On this Friendship Day, I thank my siblings, heartily, for being my best friends, 

And for always being there and giving me love and trust that never ever ends. 

The Funny Side Of rains

The monsoon is back in full swing, in its all time favourite Mumbai city,

All set to save the burning Mumbaikars from the 'hot and humid' intensity.

As always, creating all kinds of moods and reactions among the Mumbaikars,

Giving enough matter to report about 'monsoon news' to all the news reporters.

The lovers get all excited and exalted with the idea of romancing in the rains,

Whereas daily commuters get all worked up about 'flooding and delayed trains'.

But there is a funny side of the rains, that adds humour to the mundane existence,

Refreshing and rejuvenating one and all, fighting away their blues in an instance.

Topping the charts of the 'Funny side'are the Meteorological weather predictions',

That mostly turn out to be quite the reverse of people's and their own expectations.

Thus a bright sun happily greets one on a strongly predicted 'heavy monsoon day',

And catches people unaware with heavy rains on a strongly predicted,'no rains day'.

One can easily taste the adventures of a rocking boat, while driving on the road,

Ad if lucky, one can even experience the thrills, that the rides in theme parks hold.

There is not a soul born who may not have seen the turning of the umbrella outwards,

Almost as if the winds were helping to send the protection of its canopy heavenwards.

Those with an artistic bent of mind do have their share of fun too, in so many ways,

As they draw inspiration from the artwork on clothes, created by muddy water sprays.

The fun of playing holi with dirty water splashed by cars driving past in full speed,

Specially when bathed and dressed and just leaving for work, is unbelievable, indeed.

Relieving oneself in the rain does not luckily leave any 'tell tale marks',when soaked up,

Nor does it need a board,' ool-side since p is not allowed in' that is recently being put up.

All this and a lot more fun elements are what make monsoons, the most loved season,

There's no doubt that the 'funny side of rains', makes us laugh for one or the other reason.

PRAYERS DO WORK!

Prayers do work, we have all experienced this some time or the other,

Prayers are 'little survival tools' that guard us like an eternal protector.

Prayers are actually, like the rays of light and they travel really fast,

Their speed is controlled by your faith and their range is really vast.

Prayers are sincere conversations that help us connect to the supreme,

And  help us in tackling our 'trials and tribulations', however extreme.

Prayers are the simple solutions to all our woes and worries,big or small,

They are the tiny miracles that help us to go through pain and bear it all. 

Prayers for the self our good but the selfless ones for others are the best,

To be able  to pray for others wholeheartedly is the ultimate human test.

Collective prayers create a resonance strong enough to banish all evil,

These are the kind that even scare the hell out of the demon and  devil.  

Prayers are a source of strength that resurrect our faith in our worst days,

They are rays of hope that  work their way and heal  in  mysterious ways.

Never ever stop believing in the power of prayers, they do work for sure, 

They are the songs of the heart and soul that make us pristine and pure